Although Kante didn't speak, Ivan didn't intend to let him go so easily.

"You haven't answered me yet, what the hell do you mean! No one can stand up except for the two guys, Tang Rou and Sansa. ”

Kante shook his head when he heard this, "Ivan, why is your attitude towards the problem still so one-sided. ”

Ivan was furious, slapped his palm on the table, stood up and stared at Ivan viciously: "Why do I look at the problem one-sidedly?"

Kante ignored Ivan's anger, shook his head and said with a light smile: "Let me ask you, how did the student union draw the battle situation in the White Tiger Palace?"

Ivan frowned, touched his chin and pondered: "That guy Carmela, he can actually make a metal storm! is indeed a talent that can be created, although it is not as good as Han Qian, but it must not be difficult to casually mix the position of a professor of the Mechanical Academy in the future." ”

Kante shook his head again, "That's not what I'm talking about. ”

Ivan didn't understand what he was trying to say, so he wisely chose to remain silent.

Kanter stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him, and looked in the direction of the White Tiger Palace.

"It's a good thing to do it together, but it's against the Divine Society's idea of unity, you know, Sharma's four guys came back from purgatory like their own brothers, and they hated people who hurt their fellow people. ”

He waved his hand and grabbed the teacup on the table, and continued: "Carmela's metal storm is indeed good, but after all, it hurt the people on his side, Han Qian and they won't buy it. ”

Ivan finally understood what Kanter meant, frowned and asked, "However, Han Qian said that there are no rules in this battle of the gods. ”

Kanter laughed, "Then it's up to Han Qian and the others to fool those people in the student council." ”

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......

Tang Rou took out the True Knowing Stick from her pocket, took one and handed it to Suzaku.

"No, it's lychee-flavored, it's delicious. ”

Suzaku looked at the milky lollipop and shook his head gently.

"I don't have a sweet tooth. ”

Tang Rou glanced at her in surprise, "Don't eat sweets?" ”

Suzaku glanced at her lightly, "In our country, you can't eat sweet things, so adults always point to those sweets and tell us that they are bitter, no one likes to eat bitter, and naturally no one likes to eat those sweets that adults say are bitter, so that every time I see sweets, I feel sick." ”

Tang Rou sniffed.

She knew all these things, and she didn't bother Marco to investigate the information about Suzaku at the beginning.

She probably knows her life better than Suzaku, so she knows that Suzaku doesn't like sweet and bitter things.

She shook her head, thinking that this enemy of fate was really sad enough, and she didn't like sweetness, and then jumped off the broken wall.

"Then let's start, the outcome of the Earth Spirit Hall and the Student Council depends on the outcome of our battle. ”

Suzaku nodded and said, "Also, the mushroom cloud that rose into the sky from the White Tiger Hall just now should be enough to let everyone there out." ”

Tang Rou smiled, but she was a little worried.

Nothing will happen, she's seen the power of that thing, and if all military equipment is used, it can even raze a fourth-tier city in China!

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......

The elders looked at the projected battlefield and waited intently for the next development.

The heads-up between these two girls could not have been more exciting than the battle of the leaders not long ago, but they were the ones who decided the outcome of the war.

As the Elder Body, they need to carefully watch the outcome of each battle.

Han Qian looked at the projected figure of the girl, shook his head slightly, and the spirit ring connected to the red pupil core in an instant.

He then extinguished the projection of the red pupil and prepared to announce the end of the battle of the gods.

"The rest of the content doesn't need to be read, it doesn't make sense. ”

Although the elders respected his status in the Divine Society, they did not buy his arrogant and domineering behavior, and there was criticism for a while.

"Why doesn't it make sense? It's going to be a winner. ”

"What's the matter? Suzaku Saint is already so busy that he doesn't even have time to watch a battle?"

“......”

Listening to these discussions, George plucked out his ears and said impatiently, "Do you have any opinions?"

Sharma and Chet didn't speak, laughing and clenching their fists.

In a place like the Divine Society, violence equals the right to speak, and the four of them have the strongest violence except for the principal!

So they have the greatest say!

They don't intend to let anyone else challenge their voice other than each other.

Han Qian chuckled, thinking that after so much time, these guys were still so arrogant, and he didn't realize that his behavior of stopping the projection despite everyone's opposition was the real arrogance.

But that's good, at least to prove that they're going to be on their side in the next move.

An elder walked up to Han Qian, looked at them and asked angrily, "Could it be that the current gods will even take away our right to speak?"

Unexpectedly, someone would dare to stand up and refute himself, George raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What? It seems that you are very unconvinced?"

The beast's shadow emerged from behind him, eventually condensing into a giant cyan beast with wings.

That's the Green Dragon.

The elder's face suddenly turned ugly, but fortunately, a hand reached out next to him to stop George.

The momentum of the green dragon was cut off in an instant, and George looked at Han Qian's hand and narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Han Qian looked at him and chuckled, "Does Elder Bravo have any objections?"

Before he could break free from the pressure of the Green Dragon Saint, Bravo's voice trembled a little, "The battle of the gods is not over yet, and if we don't read it all, it will not be conducive to the accuracy of our judgment of victory or defeat." ”

Han Qian walked up to him and leaned forward slightly to look at him, "But, if I remember correctly, it seems that this battle of the gods doesn't need you to decide the winner. ”

Bravo realized that the rules of the battle of the gods this time were different from before.

The outcome of this battle of the gods depends entirely on the four people in front of him.

He didn't know how to speak, or rather, he didn't dare to speak again.

I just collided with the Green Dragon Saint, if I collided with the Vermilion Bird Saint next then...... He couldn't imagine the consequences of such a thing.

Han Qian smiled lightly and patted him on the shoulder.

"The head of the Bravo family doesn't have to be so restrained, whether it's me or George, we are actually reasonable people. ”

Reasonable?

When you were studying in Kulizar, you were the kind of madman who drew his sword at the slightest disagreement!

Although Bravo was much older than Han Qian and the others, he was still a little uncomfortable with their innate pressure, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Old Romanov stood beside him, put his hand on his shoulder, and then looked at Han Qian and slowly spoke, "If I remember correctly, the four great holy envoys were out for nearly three hours during the battle of the gods, and Elder Bravo is also afraid that you will be negligent about the battle situation of the war of the gods, so I hope the holy envoys will not blame." ”

Han Qian looked at him, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The old Romanov's words seemed to be pleading with them, but in fact he was accusing them of dereliction of duty.

Not only him, but everyone here is a human spirit, so they can naturally hear the meaning of the old Romanov's words.

The elders frowned slightly, thinking to themselves that the Romanov family was still dissatisfied with the four major families?

Han Qian thought more, when he withdrew from the Divine Elder Seat, the old guy in front of him wanted to replace the Han family as the new Four Great Families at the first time.

Is this questioning?

Han Qian smiled, silently thinking about the system of the Divine Society.

Based on what he had just said, he could have detained this old man on the following charges.

But the old Romanov and the schoolmaster's peers, it was not his turn to convict him.

As for the hands-on stuff or something, if he doesn't want to confront N'Golo Kante's wrath, he'd better not do it.

The old Romanov didn't stop, and while Han Qian was still thinking about how to answer his words, he said, "So, the Vermilion Bird Saint turned off the projection of the red pupil, meaning that the winner has already been judged?"

Han Qian smiled, "We have indeed judged the winner. ”

Old Romanov said humbly: "That's right, with the realm and strength of the four holy envoys, it is natural to be able to judge the victory or defeat very easily, but I don't care if I want to watch the whole process." ”

The words of the Four Great Saints were also specially accented.

George raised an eyebrow.

Chet's eyes narrowed.

Sharma almost burst into a foul mouth.

If the first few sentences were just condemning Han Qian and their dereliction of duty, this sentence had already risen to the level of condemnation.

Han Qian's self-abolition of the spirit seed is a well-known thing, and there is no such thing as realm and strength.

As if he was a little unsatisfied, the old Romanov continued to speak, sighing: "After all, the Vermilion Bird Saint and that damn woman created the most wonderful battle of the gods since the establishment of the Kulizar school, and these juniors' small fights can naturally be seen through at a glance. ”

Han Qian squinted his eyes, finally irritated by him.

George knew how terrifying it was for him to start the fire, and hurriedly reached out to stop him.

Chet twisted his neck and prepared to go up and take down the old idiot.

But they stopped before they could take action, and even Han Qian, who was in a state of rage, had to forcibly suppress his anger.

Because suddenly there was thunder in their ears.

Like a monk knocking on a wooden fish, the thunder was evenly spaced at first, and then quickly joined together, as dense as hail hitting a window.